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My eyes dart around her naked skin, not knowing which bit to focus on first. Her full tits strain against the lace of her bra, desperate to be released.

I follow the lines over her body, down over her smooth stomach, trying to imagine how she might look in a few months, swollen with our baby. My heart pounds in my chest at the thought of her carrying our baby, growing a tiny person we made together.

A part of the two of us is right there, inside her belly.

A child who will never experience what we both did as kids. It’s our chance to really start over, to be the people we really want to be.

We might be young, but standing here now, I know we’ll figure out a way to do it.

I’ll give up my football dream and get a job. I’ll do anything to make sure the two of them are happy and have everything they need.

“So what’s the problem?” Hadley closes the space between us and reaches out, running her fingers over the obvious erection that’s tenting my pants.

My breathing catches as she squeezes gently. “Fuck,” I hiss, starting to lose the grip I had on my restraint.

“Talk to me, Cole. Tell me where your head’s at.”

“I… I’m scared.”

Her eyes soften slightly at my words.

“Trust me, Cole,” she says with a nervous laugh. “So am I. But I need you. I need this, and I know you do too.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. Hurt our baby.”

“Aww, Cole.” Her hands cup my face as she stares into my eyes with so much love that it makes my chest ache.

She loves me.

Me.

I shake my head slightly, still unable to believe it despite the fact she’s said it a few times now.

“Our little raspberry is safe. You won’t hurt him, or me. I promise.”

“Him?”

She shrugs. “It just felt right.”

Our breaths mingle as we stand there, staring at each other for long minutes.

“I promise, you won’t hurt us. I need you, please.”

She grips the bottom of my shirt, and with a little help from me she pulls it over my head. The second she releases the fabric, her h

ands land on my skin, exploring every inch of me.

Her touch burns, but in such a good way.

“Fuuuck,” I groan when she drops to her knees and starts working my belt free.

I can’t take my eyes off her as she pulls it free of my pants, placing it on the floor before opening my fly and pushing the fabric to my hips.

My cock springs free, bobbing before her. Her eyes lock on it, and she licks her lips.

“How long have you had this?” she asks, lifting one finger and teasing the piercing through the tip.

“Almost a year.”

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